Trauma Episode 7 Tampa, Florida 3/7/20

“I Want to be a Rockstar!”

“Stay Positive!”

“Ready Player 1!”

“The King of the F’ing World!”

“Time to get Magical!”

Miranda Augustino: Welcome to Trauma Episode 7!

Andrew Payne: We’re hot off the heels of an amazing Invasion and tonight we start to feel the fallout.

Miranda Augustino: Isabella also said she had an announcement regarding our next show, March Mayhem

Andrew Payne: I can’t wait to hear what that is.

Miranda Augustino: And our main event tonight is huge, Andy!

Andrew Payne: Tonight is going to be huge, Miranda. Let’s get things started!

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Tap. Tap. Tap.

He idly tested the tip of his knife against the soft wood of the table that laid beneath that wide palmed twin to the hand that gripped his knife so tightly, off angled fingers stretched out as far as they could. Those gnarled up digits were as flat they could go, pushing against their instinctual need to curl along the surface, bracing their joints against the solid flat. Soft, but rhythmic, he kept tapping the tip of his blade while holding it in a downward icepick grip.

Van Owen: "Oooooh..”

Suddenly, he slammed the blade into the table space between his thumb an' forefinger before dancing it back!

Van Owen: "I have all my fingers! The knife goes chop chop chop! If I miss the spaces in between, my fingers will come off! And if I hit my fingers? Blood will soon come out! But all the same, I play this game, because that's what the game is all about!"

With each beat of his singing, the knife thundered down, before being stepped back, nailing just behind his thumb, advancing from space to space, his work speeding up with each turn, the tempo of his rhythm starting to keep pace with that knife as it rained down upon the table, but the moment that it passed the length of his pinky?

He tossed that knife into the air with a flip of his wrist, his off hand rising to catch the blade as its twin smacked down on the table, starting the rhythm up again almost seamlessly as he kept on with his cheerful singing like a happy little funeral dirge, sung to no audience but himself as he lingered in the back corner backstage, having commandeered a table. Keepin' those skills sharp despite his.. out and out fatigue. Was it really keeping his skills sharp, or was it him using muscle memory and focusing on going through the motions to keep that mind from wandering to things he didn't want to think about, about things that he couldn't think about. Not right now, anyways. Still, he slowed and glanced back up at the camera.

Van Owen:: “I got a match coming up soon. Guess that’s something I should be worried for. A fuckin’ demented ringmaster who just got his shit pushed in by Griffin Hawkins, a dude that really should be put out of his misery for some of the stupid shit he says. That’s who I’m fighting, someone who couldn’t hack it in a title match, so he gets put on the welcome wagon against an asshole like me.”

Cue his sigh as he waggled the knife at the camera, holding it by its tip.

Van Owen:: “This is the douche cunt that I’m fighting. The fact he keeps his mustache waxed like that is more impressive than him. I know, I know, what the fuck have I done in my life to act so cocky, right? Half of you know me as a loudmouth on twitter, fuck does that equate to in the ring? Not a fuckin’ lot, I promise you.”

Snorting in derision at his own deprecation, but soon shrugged off the thought.

Van Owen:: “Look. Nothing I say here is gonna amount to much. I’ve helped train some of the new generation for Na Fianna. I am the new generation. I’m loud, I take up space, I’m fucking annoying, I’m literally the worst when it comes at representing people in wrestling. I’m a fucking embarrassment. I’m sloppy and unpolished, and I probably don’t deserve anyone to look at me beyond somethin’ to laugh at.”

That’s when Van Owen leaned back into his seat and kicked those feet up on the table.

Van Owen:: “That’s fine. You know why it’s fuckin’ fine, because despite all of that bullshit, I’m gonna Vibe Check the FUCK out of this cat, I’m gonna leave him spread out across the ring in a broken, bloody, mess, and then I’m gonna make an example out of him for the rest of the locker room out there and show this whole goddamn place who’s gonna run shit in a few months. Now, go run an’ tell that to whoever the fuck wants to hear it, I got an execution to prepare for, one way or the other, because if Clown Boi wants to win? He’s gonna have to put me in the ground.”

With that, he shooed away the camera guy, going back to rest in his chair.
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Van Owen vs Ringmaster w/Ringmistress

Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Out of nowhere, the lights cut out without a single, solitary, warning, as if the whole display had been suddenly, and violently, yanked out. Cue that titantron lighting right up with nothin’ more than a picture of a big igloo with the words “Fuck around and find out” right below it, before red, white, and blue fireworks promptly fire off down the ramp like mortars going off, exploding in the air. The lights come on, significantly more dimmed than before as that music hits.

“Never know when someone come and try to take my life,
I been sleeping with the .44 like every night.
In the whip I pray to God I don't see flashing lights,
God damn they right behind me.”

There it was, the titantron letting off with red and blue flashing lights, the sound of gunfire erupting across the P.A. as Van Owen hit the stage in his black boots an’ jeans, his white wifebeater and faded red and black Hawaiian shirt. Not a single fuck was given as he walked to the top of the ramp and started that slow descent down towards the ring, hands by his sides, eyes on the ring. He wasn’t wavering, he wasn’t thinking twice. If the man had a doubt in his head, you couldn’t read it on his face.

“And I wake up everyday, I wake up everyday with this anxiety
And they know where I stay
Got "Van Owen" on my plates
And they following me.”

Thea Crawford: Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts, U.S. of A, Van Owen!

At his right shoulder? Was Shane Sanders, his manager, hanging just behind him as she kept a watchful eye on her client, stone faced despite the flair around them. She clearly wasn’t moved by the excitement, even as Van Owen trekked down in front of her, not stopping until he reached the ring.

Two hundred bands under the floor of kitchen
A little more up in the walls and the ceiling
Even family and friends started switching
Ever since I got that check, seen 'em itchin'.”

Walking up those steel stairs, while Shane moved off to the side, Van Owen stepped through the ropes, going over the second one but beneath the top. Turnin’ around, he moved to the nearest Turnbuckle and mounted the second one, throwing both hands up to the crowd erupting in uproarious cheers and boos alike.

"Eyes open, I see you, I'm watching you, yeah.
More people wanna be, you don't trust no one.
Tell me why I can't get no relief,
wonderin' when they'll come for me.
A paranoid man makes paranoid plans, I'll do what I can but it's out of my hands.
Struggling just to find my peace."

The eerie, creeper words that start “The Netherworld Circus” are heard echoing through the dark arena. As they finish, spotlights come up on the ramp and some dark, evil looking clowns are seen dancing around and then two of them hold up a dark curtain at the entrance and stand there, waiting as the rest continue dancing around on the ramp.


Ringmistress: Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, prepare yourself for a night of dark and violence. The Dark Circus proudly brings to you, the greatest show of violence on earth, the dark one himself, your favorite performer and mine, the one, the only, The Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiingmasterrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

As she finshes up the introduction, Ringmaster bursts through the curtain, tipping his tophat towards the ring to his girl before giving kicking the cane off the ground and twirling it around and placing it back down and making his way to the ring followed by his clowns who are skipping and dancing behind him. He makes it to the ring and tosses his tophat to Ringmistress followed by his cane and steps into the ring. He removes his jacket and hands it off to her as she steps out of the ring and the lights go off once more. When the lights come on, the music ends and the clowns have disappeared from around ringside, leaving only the Ringmaster and Ringmistress there.

The match started off fast and furious as Ringmistress almost immediately got up on the apron for a referee distraction and Ringmaster sneakily delivered a closed fist and then threw a kick to the crotch of Van Owen, yet Van Owen had the presence of mind to catch the leg and take him down to the mat, pummeling him with a flurry of hard right hands, elbows and forearms. Van Owen could already smell blood in the water, trapping an arm and using the leverage to drag Ringmaster to his feet before whipping him and then reeling him back in - yet Ringmaster managed to duck beneath Van Owen's early VIIIIIBE CHECK attempt, delivering a precision German suplex, gripping the midsection and landing another one before bridging for a pin! Two count and a kick out by Van Owen!


Still having the German suplex position cinched in from the bridge, Ringmaster once more hauled Van Owen to his feet as though the feisty brawler were a ragdoll and launched him for a further suplex - yet the crowd volume really lifted as Van Owen wriggled free and landed on his feet behind Ringmaster. Chop block by Van Owen and Van Owen grabbed the legs of Ringmaster, looking for some kind of submission, yet Ringmaster flung him with a monkey flip. Both men to their feet, Ringmaster let out a roar and spun around to nail Van Owen with his patented Discus clothesline, yet Van Owen sidestepped and not a moment too soon! With Ringmaster in a daze, Van Owen trapped the arm, hit the ripcord and turned Ringmaster inside out! Devastating VIIIIIBE CHECK! Cover!


ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Thea Crawford: Here is the winner of the match, Van Owen!

Miranda Augustino: Poor Kitten! She’s going to be so devastated!

Andrew Payne: Seems like Ringmaster needs to figure things out, but what an impressive win by the debuting Van Owen tonight.

Result: Pinfall

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Debby Haze vs Tia Santos

Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The lights in the arena go completely out, leaving it in utter darkness. The opening notes of a distorted tune played from what sounds like a mariachi band gradually rises throughout the arena like from a record player being powered on. A man’s voice sings a garbled, distorted melody. It’s almost...eerie and unnerving. As the tune plays, candles illuminate themselves along the edge of the stage. After about a minute, the melody fades out as if the record player is dying out. The audience is left in the darkness with the candles for a second before a hip hop beat with Hispanic influence behind it begins to play. Trumpets and an acoustic guitar melody mixed in with the modern rap beat. As this happens, the video wall comes to life with a glowing neon image of a colorful sugar skull. Behind it, multiple colored flowers pulse behind the skull in time with the soft bass. Red white and green strobe lights begin to sweep over the stage.



After a brief moment, she is seen. A woman in a black Day of the Dead dress. She’s positioned on her knees with her body laid back under a layer of thick smoke. As the bass beat fully kicks in, the woman suddenly rises like a corpse being given new life. Tia Santos moves and sways her body in almost puppet like movements as if she’s being controlled by invisible strings that pull her to her feet. It’s almost unnatural to see a human body move this way. Once Tia is on her feet, she goes immediately into a traditional Mexican dance. Her body swaying and turning as her dress flares out around her while the lyrics start.


Thea Crawford: Introducing first, from Tulum, Quintana Roo, Mexico, Tia Santos!

After the first half of the opening verse, Tia continues her dance but fluidly changes direction as she begins to move down the ramp towards the ring. Her hips moving in an almost hypnotizing manner as she passed the front row of fans. Tia ascends the steps and moves along the apron, dropping slowly down into a front split before swinging her upper body underneath the bottom rope and rises to her feet again as if the unseen puppet strings are still attached to her. She moves, dancing to the center of the ring before collapsing onto her knees again and face down with her arms stretched in front of her. Slowly then, she rises up once more, her head tilted and opens her eyes with the camera close up on her face. Her eerie white eyes with just the pupils visible staring right into the lens. She then calmly rises and moves to her corner elegantly as she removes her peel off entrance gear, removing her dress to reveal her wrestling gear underneath.



A disco ball lowers over the ring, as Born to Be Alive starts to play. While the globe shaped object starts to rotate, Debby Haze skates out onto the stage. Before making her way to the ring, Deb starts to roller disco.

Once the dance is over, debby puts on a display of skating prowess. Spinning, and playing to the crowd, as she inches her way to the ring.

Thea Crawford: And her opponent, from Funky, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Debby Haze!

Once Debby reaches ringside, she removes her strap on skates, and pushes them under the ring. After a few more seconds with the fans, Deb rolls under the bottom rope, and into the ring.



Tia and Debby are in the ring as the bell sounds. Immediatly, Tia begins to just gracefully move around the ring, almost like there’s a music playing inside of her head and she’s dancing to it right now. This little bit has Debby a little confused right now as she just watches and is a little entranced by it. This little moment gives Tia enough of an opening to start things off violently. Tia comes in, hips swaying and she just leaps with ease and delivers a standing dropkick to Debby that drops her. Debby hops up to her feet, only to be taken down with a headscissors before Tia follows it up with another dropkick right to the face of Debby. Tia helps Debby up to her feet and sends her into the corner. Tia comes charging in, delivering a cartwheel splash and follows it up with a bulldog where she lands doing a split. She puts her arms up in the air as the crowd boos her right now. She stands up, dancing around the ring a little bit, taunting Debby much to the dislike of the crowd. Tia picks Debby up who breaks the grapple and goes for a kick, but Tia is able to bend back avoiding it and delivering Danze de los Muertos. She hooks the leg for a near fall.



Tia picks Debby up again and this time, she sends Debby into the ropes. Debby comes off the ropes and as she does, leaps and delivers an armdrag to Tia. Tia bounces up and Debby delivers a second and then a third before Tia slides out of the ring. Debby sees her opening as she hits the ropes and comes flying in with a suicide dive. She grabs Tia and throws her back into the ring. Debby continues her offense, hitting Tia with top rope splash that gets her a near fall. Debby doesn’t stop though, she picks Tia up and delivers Disco Twist before using that to deliver Purple Haze and hook the leg for the three count


Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, Debby Haze!

Andrew Payne: Debby with an impressive debut win here tonight.

Miranda Augustino: I’m sure papi ain’t happy about this though.

Result: Pinfall

As Trauma comes back, Isabella Santiago is in the ring with a microphone in hand. The crowd is cheering a little as she smiles and waves out to all of them before raising the microphone to her mouth.


Isabella Santiago: What a show Invasion was, huh?!

The crowd pops again as Isabella laughs and nods her head.

Isabella Santiago: But with Invasion done, it’s time to move on to the next and that is the very first Trauma exclusive show, March Mayhem!

Again, the crowd goes crazy at the announcement of the first show to be hosted by just Trauma.

Isabella Santiago: And for this show, I have a couple of announcements to get to before we get to the other thing I’m out here for. First of all, if anybody follows Slat! Media, you know they just recently crowned their first Multiuniversal Champion in Sierra Silver. Now, we’ve been in talks with Splat and they want her to defend the title against one of our very own talented roster members. And I thought about this, there are a lot of people deserving, but there’s one person I chose, someone I may not particularly like, but someone who has all the talent and potential in the world. Our challenger at March Mayhem against Sierra Silver with be “The Trillion Dollar Princess” Angel Kash!

The crowd boos heavily at this announcement and Isabella can’t help but laugh at this reaction by the crowd here in Tampa.

Isabella Santiago: I know it’s not popular, but it’s a chance I think she has kind of earned and deserves to see how she stacks up. But that’s just the first announcement. I wanted to make this show stand out a little bit and what better way than to take Mayhem and make it literal!

The crowd buzzes a little bit as they aren’t quite sure where this is going right now, but Isabella continues on.

Isabella Santiago: At March Mayhem, each match stipulation will be decided by the spin of the wheel. The wheel will have different styles of matches and right before the match, the wheel will be spun and that will be the stipulation for the match.

The crowd buzzes more as Isabella makes the announcement as to how each match will be decided at March Mayhem.

Isabella Santiago: But before we can get there, I would like to congratulate Team Isabella on their victory at Invasion and earning the rights to challenge the champions at March Mayhem. And a bigger congratulations to Cali-Kate who will have the Wildcard briefcase. This briefcase gives Cali-Kate a shot at the Undisputed Championship anytime, anywhere she pleases. Next week, we will be doing the contract signings for each championship match, but first, let’s bring out Team Isabella for a little appreciation.

One by one, each member of the winning team in Wargames comes out from behind the curtain, The Skillz Vendorz are first as they stand at the top of the ramp.

Isabella Santiago: The challengers for the NFW Tag Team Championships, Sammi Belmont and Katrina Cage, The Skillz Vendorz!

Next out is Adrianna Salvatore as the crowd once again cheers loudly for the woman.

Isabella Santiago: The challenger for Sela Rica-Lark’s United States Championship, Adrianna Salvatore!

Next out is Emilie Sanclemente as the crowd cheers even louder for the woman.

Isabella Santiago: The next challenger for Griffin Hawkin’s Undisputed Championship, Emelie Sanclemente!

And finally, Cali-Kate comes walking out with her briefcase already in hand as she raises it up in the air and the crowd goes absolutely wild.

Isabella Santiago: And the woman who led team Isabella to victory at Invasion, the Wildcard briefcase holder, Cali-Kate! Congratulations to all five of you and I wish you all good luck at March Mayhem.

Isabella gets out of the ring and walks up the ramp, grabbing Cali-Kate and Emelie by the wrists as they grab the rest of the group’s wrists and Isabella raises their arms in the air as the crowd cheers loudly and the camera fades out.
As the ring crew prepares for the next match, the camera jumps backstage where we see Adrianna Salvatore stepping through the curtain into the Gorilla position. She gets just around the corner to head down to the locker rooms when someone comes rushing in from the side and runs right into her, sending her into the wall!! It’s SELA RICA-LARK! Springing the ambush, the United States Champion rains forearms and elbows across Adrianna’s back, shoulders and head. Adrianna tries to cover up but is caught off guard. Sela whips her hard into the opposite wall and she slumps down to the floor, wincing.

Sela: Awwww, what’s this now? Can't take a little friendly playtime? Well, you challenged me after all.

Sela taunts as she saunters over, suddenly grabbing and ripping the medical band-aid off of Adrianna’s forehead, still nursing the wound she received over in DPW. Sela continues her attack, throwing right fists down across Adrianna’s forehead and re-opening the wound again. As Adrianna slumps to the floor, Sela smiles and chuckles at her handiwork. She lays down with Adrianna and snuggles up to her a little, almost whimsically smiling before cackling at her and giving Adrianna a kiss on her forehead. Before Sela can make another attack, security rushes in to pull Sela off, blood oozing all down Adrianna’s face again as she lays there on the floor. Sela can be heard laughing as the show cuts to a commercial break.


Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The lights dimmed down as the building intro to As I Lay Dying’s “Redefined” came through the speakers.

I refuse to let go of the memories!

As the full guitar riff and drums kick in, the lights around the ramp and stage take on a white, flashing effect as the familiar video reel for Havok plays. Intercut with flashes of the Renegade logo, the masked man is seen in obscured shots, lifting weights, smashing cinder blocks with his fists, and clawing at his head as he rocks back and forth in the corner of an old, abandoned, dirty asylum cell.


'Cause they've changed everything inside of me!

If I could go back now to save myself at loss
Substanceless character brought back would be the cost

The curtain on the stage parts and the fans erupt into a shower of boos as James Reynolds comes casually walking out onto the stage. Dressed in his usual black attire of jeans, Italian boots, a t-shirt and his leather jacket. Even in the arena, the man wears sunglasses. The main focus, however, is on the massive figure behind him as the 6’3”, 285lb Havok comes walking right on his heels. Chain dangling around his neck and clenched by the ends in both hands. Havok comes to stand beside James Reynolds as both look down towards the ring. Jim Reynolds’ nonchalant frown curls into a tiny smirk.

Thea Crawford: Introducing first, from Japan, being accompanied to the ring by James Reynolds, this is HAVOK!

Agony today
Is tomorrow's strength
So don't run away
'Cause misery is…

Havok rolls his shoulders and flexes his hands around his chain as he stands there, watching the ring. He briefly turns towards James Reynolds as the man points down towards the ring, mouthing instructions under the music. Finally, Reynolds slaps Havok in the chest and the masked monster begins storming down the ramp with his manager hot on his heels.

Evolving into something that we can't see
Evolving and becoming, transforming
So don't run away

The pain can never be erased
Remain and turn it into strength
Turn it into strength

Havok reaches the steps and burst up onto the apron before coming to the ropes, slingshotting himself over the top and landing on the balls of his feet, bouncing a few times as he stares directly across the ring. Jim Reynolds joins him up on the apron and gives him a few last words before taking his chain and handing it off to the time keeper. Reynolds grabs Havok by the head, staring him in the eyes as he says something and gives the man an encouraging slap on the shoulder. Havok nods and turns his murderous gaze back towards his opponent.


"Remember Me (FESTER Remix)" begins to play as Leviathan steps out from behind the curtain and stares right at the ring and HAVOK. He slowly starts his walk down the ramp.

Thea Crawford: And his opponent, from The Abyss, Leviathan!

He makes his way down the ramp, into the ring as he stands in his corner, his gaze not leaving his opponent as he waits for the bell to ring.


HAVOK and Leviathan are in the ring as the bell sounds. The two big men immediately go right after one another, throwing hands as the crowd doesn’t seem to know who they should be cheering for in this contest. The two big men, deliver heavy shot after heavy shot to each other, neither one backing down from the other. HAVOK looks at Leviathan and points to ropes. The House Crowley member hits the ropes and goes for a shoulder tackle, but HAVOK barely even budges. This time, HAVOK does it and it’s Leviathan’s turn to barely move from the impact. The two men look at each other for a moment and as HAVOK goes to hit the ropes once again, Leviathan comes following behind and delivers a knee to the midsection. Leviathan then pulls HAVOK out of the ropes and lifts the big man up and is able to deliver a vertical suplex that shakes the ring.


Leviathan continues to try and press the advantage, but when he picks HAVOK up, the big man is able to deliver a palm strike that lands right under the chin that stuns Leviathan. HAVOK goes to continue to press the advantage as he grabs Leviathan by the wrist and sends him towards the ropes. HAVOK follows in and delivers a clothesline that causes both big men to spill out to the floor hard. They both hit the floor and get up to their knees where they begin to brawl it out once again. HAVOK gets the advantage as he picks Leviathan up and goes to send him face first into the ring post, but Leviathan is able to reverse and HAVOK’s head bounces off the post. Leviathan then grabs HAVOK and sends him into the barricade near the time keeper’s area. He backs up, pointing at HAVOK and charges in, delivering a spear that causes the barricade to shatter apart and the two of them lay there in the wreckage as the ref checks on them and then begins his count. The crowd counts along as he reaches his ten count and calls for the bell.

Thea Crawford: This match has been ruled a double count out since both men were unable to answer the ten count.

Andrew Payne: I want to see more of these two big men going at it. Hopefully we’ll get more from them in the future.

Miranda Augustino: I hope so! These two could tear each other part if they were given the chance!

Result: Double countout

Amelia Hogan vs Masami Nishikiyama

Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Amelia's entrance theme starts playing as Amelia rushes through the crowd slapping every hand she can get ahold of. She jumps over the barricade and into the ring.


Thea Crawford: Introducing first, from Wales, United Kingdom, Amelia Hogan!

She waves to all the people in the crowd as she gets ready for her impending match.



With a single piano note, a woman’s voice echoes throughout the arena, speaking softly in Japanese….


“Sekki ni...yoru keno….”

The silence is then suddenly shattered by the opening scream of Jesse Leach from Killswitch Engage’s “Hate By Design.” With it, the heavy metal riff kicks in and the lights start to flash a multitude of colors around the stage, ramp and ring area. The SBS logo appears on the video wall as the curtain parts. Kaede Tanabe leads the way out with Yuka Hirata and Kayako Kazama.


Yeah!
Born into this world of hatred!
We are born free
From the restraints of this society,
Helpless to what is instilled
(Yeah)
To all those who raise us, mold us, and shape us
There is a time to separate,
From this

Through a cloud of smoke where the light barely breaks through walks a fourth feminine figure. A black SBS towel shrouds her head as she steps into full view. Fists clenched at her sides, head down. Masami Nishikiyama pauses on the stage to lightly bounce on the balls of her feet inside her boots. Her head bobbing in time to the rhythm of the music. Yuka Hirata steps up beside her and rubs her shoulders, slapping her on the back and amping her up in Japanese under the booming music. On the other side, Kaede Tanabe is giving her own words of encouragement. Meanwhile, Kayako Kazama is bouncing excitedly, pointing and urging the audience to look upon the woman about to go into battle. The proud, bubbly little friend. Masami steps forward and takes a knee, bringing her hand up in a Shinto Prayer.



Thea Crawford: And her opponent, from Hiroshima, Japan! Representing S-B-S, the Super Bitch Squad! She! Is! The Queen of Brawn Style! MASAMIIIIIII….NISHIKIIIIIYAMAAAAAA!!!!

A reason why, a state of mind,
There's a disconnection
A judgement made
Fueled by hate, it's your mistake,
It's a choice you made
It's tearing us apart

When she comes up, she yanks the towel off of her head and yells at the crowd before resuming her calm and casting a cold glare their way. She turns back to her three friends and the four put their hands into a circle. The camera gets close enough to hear them do their chant.


“Ichi! Ni! San! ESS! BEE! ESS! YOSH!!”

Hate,
Hate by design,
Is destroying our lives
Seek to find,
Some understanding
Redefine your life

Their hands shoot up in different forms. Kaede gives a sassy snap of her fingers. Yuka throws the horns. Kayako gives a sort of “jazz hand” motion. Masami simply raises a warrior’s fist and turns towards the ring. She starts down the ramp and, joined by the rest of SBS who trail behind her to give their competing member the focus of the camera, even though Masami doesn't even pay attention to the. Masami marches towards the ring, clutching her towel as she stares daggers down at the ring. Upon reaching the ring, Masami explodes up the steps before slowing on the apron. She wipes her feet off before stepping inside the ring and gives a full turn with her fists extended to the sides and another battle cry. The rest of SBS join her; Kaede stepping daintily up the stairs and under the middle rope. Yuka runs and slides in parallel to the bottom rope. Kayako climbs up onto the apron around the side, 'slipping' with one foot and catching herself. She sticks her hand to her lips - 'oopsie!' SBS' manager and other members join Masami in the center of the ring for their pose before they all give their friend a fist bump and leave the ring to her as she backs into her corner, handing her towel off to Kaede.



The two women circled for a brief moment after the bell sounded. Masami seemed to get the crowd thoroughly against her as she sidestepped the lock up and delivered a sharp double poke to the eyes, sending Amelia Hogan reeling, clutching her face. Nishikiama wasted no time sliding in, rearing back and delivering a devastating clothesline, knocking Hogan off her feet. From there, Nishiki delivered several stomps to wear down Amelia further before dragging her to her feet and hurling Amelia into the corner with a hard irish whip. The crowd volume picked up as Masami let out a roar and stormed in for a corner lariat, yet Amelia was able to slide out of the way!



Masami's shoulder collided with the ring post, and Amelia caught her with a modified, short snappy edition of FLY AMELIA FLY when she snapped back out of the corner. Cover and a two and a half count as Nishikiama just manages to kick out! Amelia signalled to the crowd, knowing what she had to do. Hogan got the crowd pumped as she took a run up and springboarded, looking to take Masami out with her flying cross arm bar, yet Nishikiama surprised everyone with her brute strength, catching Amelia in mid air and swinging her into her patented Full Nelson! Amelia struggled hard to break free, yet Masami's strength was too much, and Amelia began to show the effects of the hold as her head and shoulders slumped. Nishiki knew it was her time and she let out another triumphant roar, hauling Amelia up for the inevitable NISHIKI DRIV...WOW! The Trauma fans were all on their feet as Amelia managed to break free in mid air, hooking the arms - CANDY OVERDOSE OUT OF NOWHERE!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, Amelia Hogan!

Andrew Payne: What a great match by these two!

Miranda Augustino: And Amelia Hogan getting her first win here in NFW to boot.

Result: Pinfall

Noah Leota vs River Chance

Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The main lights go dark as Red and Blue spotlights swirl around the ringside area. They all come together on the stage as Noah Leota emerges.

Thea Crawford: Introducing first, from Honolulu, Hawaii, Noah Leota!

He raises his right arm high into the sky, then quickly drops it and begins walking down the ramp confidently. Noah scales up the turnbuckle and raises his arm once more. This time dropping it then hopping into the ring from the turnbuckle. Once in the ring he goes down to one knee and stares out into the crowd with a confident smirk etched across his face.



“No Easy Way Out” begins to play as River walks out from behind the curtain to cheers from the crowd. She smiles as she looks down at the ring. She takes a few moments to gather herself before starting her way down the ramp.

Thea Crawford: And his opponent, from Ann Arbor, Michigan, River Chance!

River makes her way to the ring and walks up the ring steps. She gets into the ring and smiles out at the crowd before walking over to her corner.

River and Noah are in the ring as the bell sounds. Immediately, Noah begins to try and use his speed advantage against the much stronger River. River though, isn’t having any of that as she is able to grab him by the trunks and pull him into her as she wraps him in a waist lock and picks the man up like he’s nothing and just slam him face first into the mat. River continues, picking Noah up and lifting him into the air where she stands there as the crowd begins to count along with the delay. Once the count is up to fifteen, River drops Noah with the vertical suplex. River doesn’t stop there though. She picks Noah up and looks to deliver a powerbomb, but Noah is able to fight out of the position and hit the ropes. Noah comes off the ropes, only to be met with a discus lariat that sends him inside out. River hooks the leg for a near fall. River doesn’t seem frustrated though as she takes Noah, lifting him over her head in a gorilla press and before she can drop him though, Noah is able to sneak behind and deliver a jumping neckbreaker.


From there, Noah picks up the pace of the match, leaving River caught off guard and guessing where he’s coming from. Noah is able to deliver a Dragon suplex that causes River to roll out of the ring. Noah takes this opportunity to hit the ropes and come diving over the top with a tope con hilo that drops River to the floor. The crowd cheers for both of them right now as Noah picks River up and rolls her into the ring. Noah then climbs to the top rope where he goes for the AC 130, but River is able to get her knees up and drive them into the midsection of Noah.


River gets to her feet, once again picking Noah up and this time, delivering the gorilla press drop. River picks Noah up once again and as she does, the familiar music of Angel Kusanagi plays over the speakers. This alone is enough to distract River just enough for Noah to hoist River up to his shoulders and deliver The Buckshot Kick and hook the leg for the three count.



Amy Connors is in the back searching for The Undisputed Champion, but can't find him. She sees the Undisputed World Title by the cart..but doesn't see Griffin. She then notices him...hanging upside down by part of the backstage lighting equipment above.


Griffin Hawkins: Oh hey Amy...hope I'm not interrupting anything.

Amy Connors: Oh no, I just wanna get a word with you on some things..

He does a pull up and jumps down to the ground next to her.

Griffin Hawkins: Ask away...

Amy Connors: Okay..at Invasion, you successfully retained the Undisputed Title against The Ringmaster..but not in a way we expected. You went back and revived your old moniker..The Dark Pegasus. For those who don't know who he is..tell us who is he..and will he ever come back?

Griffin Hawkins: Who is the Dark Pegasus? He represents all the darkness in me, all the hate and bile that I've gone through in my life. The avenues I've been down..the people who have sold me out for their own gain. All of it is channeled into the King of Evil. See, I warned The Ringmaster that darkness was coming at Invasion...and he didn't heed my warning. He saw who the master of mind games really is when I sent him into the darkness from whence he came. Will the Dark Pegasus ever return? I don't know..maybe someday he will..I guess you all will have to wait and see.

Amy Connors: Which brings us to tonight..Champion v.s Champion, you against Sela Rica Lark...

Griffin Hawkins: Yes...Sela Rica Lark..the current United States Champion. She calls herself the Second Greatest Predator...you'd think she'd fight to be the top predator..but would rather settle for being number two. Its the law of the Jungle, the biggest baddest hungriest lion stays on top until a bigger badder hungrier lion comes along and eats him..is it her? We'll see. I take away nothing from Sela, she's the U.S Champion, a belt that only a select few have held..but she is delusional if she believes that just because she's crazy and hardcore that I'm just gonna cower in fear of her. She doesn't realize this isn't the first time I've bled...in the 15 years in this business, I've been busted open so many times..and not once did I quit. Some weeks ago in another company I was in a deathmatch..and my opponent carved me up like a creature of the sea...I was ripped up and bloodied yet I STILL won my match. My words are biblical..and the truth. Being crazy is only going to land her in jail or a psychiatric ward..it won't win her the match. So I suggest she bring everything to the table. She wants to play?...she's gonna find out real soon that I don't play well with others.

He grabs his belt and walks away.

Champion vs Champion

Griffin Hawkins vs Sela Rica-Lark

Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is your main even of the evening!

The lights tun colors from Red to Green to various other colors as "Painkiller" by Judas Priest to fill the air. Fog fills the stage, and emerging from it is none other than Griffin Hawkins!

Thea Crawford: "Making his way to the ring...from Windsor, Ontario Canada...weighing in at 227 Pounds...put your hands together for Griffin Hawkins!!"

The crowd is cheering as he makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans as signs that read "Griffin Rox" and "Rock Soldier" are present. He soaks in the positive reaction as he walks up the steps and steps between the ropes. He gets on the turnbuckles and raises the Devil Horns in the air with both hands, pumping the crowd up.


He gets down, taking off his leather jacket before getting out of the ring. He sees a young little boy in the front row as he takes off his silver aviator shades. He places his sunglasses on the young fan who looks excited to be here, smiling as he pats him on the head. He rolls back into the ring, and kicks his feet up ropes in the corner of the ring and leans across the turnbuckle like it's a hammock, waiting for the match to begin.


The opening chords of Halestorm’s “I Like It Heavy” play on the speakers. The lights fade out until only the stage is lit. Sela steps out from behind the curtains.



“Some like beautiful, perfect and pretty

I see the good in the bad and the ugly

I need the volume one louder than ten

I put the pedal to the metal, needle into the red

If the windows ain't shaking making my heart race

If I can't feel it in my chest I'm in the wrong damn place!”



Sela poses at the top of the ramp to the crowd’s reaction. When the tempo picks up she slams her fist to the ground as the lights come back up alternating in light blues and reds.



“I got a demon in my soul and a voice in my head

It's saying go, go, go! I can sleep when I'm dead

There's a sonic revelation bringing me to my knees

And there's a man down below who needs my sympathy

I got a ringing in my ears getting ready to burst

Screaming ‘hallelujah, motherfucker, take me to church’”

Thea Crawford: And introducing his opponent, from Tucson, Arizona, Sela Rica-Lark!

Sela walks down the ramp, a sadistic smile on her face as she looks towards the ring. She takes her time at ringside, teasing a ringpost with her fingers as she walks to one side of the ring and climbs on the apron near the corner. When the chorus kicks in she climbs up the turnbuckle and poses again.



I like it louder than the boom of a big bass drum

I need it harder than the sound of a guitar grunge

I love to crank it up, make it thump and evil to the core

Headbanging in the pit and throwing my horns

And just like old school Sabbath, Zeppelin and Lemmy

I need to drop it down low and make it heavy

I like it heavy, oh ohh

I like it heavy, oh ohh



Sela hops down inside the ring and poses once more inside the ring. She slaps at her chest several times screaming out to the audience before going to her corner. Her music fades as she warms up for her match.



Griffin and Sela started off this main event slowly, going for a more feeling out process early on, both smart enough to know how good the other is inside of the ring. The eventually lock up though and this helps Griffin get the advantage to start with. Griffin began using his speed and quickness to keep the United States Champion off balance, hitting her from all different angles with moves. Griffin never seemed to slow down as he would deliver a beautiful tornado DDT that he would follow up with a breakdancing leg drop that would result in a near fall. Griffin continued his advantage though, looking for a moonsault, but Sela was able to roll out of the way, but Griffin was able to land on his feet. He stumbled into the ropes as he landed though and that was enough of an opening for Sela to be able to take over in this match as she charged in, delivering a knee right to the midsection of the Undisputed Champion.



Sela would pull Griffin out of the ropes and begin her assault now on him. She would use her striking ability to stun Griffin, hitting the ropes and delivering a chop block to the back of the knees of Griffin, dropping him down to the mat. Sela would turn Griffin onto his back, getting into a mounted position where she would just throw forearms to the sides of the head of Griffin before getting up and turning Griffin onto his stomach and delivering Hurts So Good to the Undisputed Champion and getting a nearfall from it. Sela though wouldn’t stop there. She would take Griffin, picking him up from the mat and send him into the corner. Sela charged in, delivering a splash before taking him, setting Griffin up in the tree of woe. Sela would then back up, charging in and deliver Draw Suffering before letting him fall to the mat.



Sela would call for the end of the match now, waiting for Griffin to make it back up to his feet. She would grab him, looking for Just for Fun, but Griffin would be able to block the move, getting out of the hold and when Sela would turn around, Griffin would deliver Shot in the Dark before climbing to the top rope and hitting Sela with Holy Diver and hooking the leg, picking up the three count.


Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, the NFW Undisputed Champion, Griffin Hawkins!

As Griffin celebrated his win, the crowd goes crazy as Adrianna comes running down the ramp and slides into the ring. She stands in the corner, waiting, a crazed look in her eyes as stares down Sela. Sela makes it up to her feet and as she does, Adrianna comes running in, delivering a massive MOAB Launcher that looks like it cuts Sela right in half! She then gets right on top of Sela and begins to rain down punches to the head. Referees and security rush down to ringside where they pull Adrianna off of Sela. Adrianna breaks free and rolls out of the ring, heading over to the time keepers area where she grabs the United States Championship and looks at it for a moment before holding it high in the air.


Andrew Payne: A little payback and a message of her own from Adrianna to Sela.

Miranda Augustino: This is going to be one hell of a match at March Mayhem.

Andrew Payne: But that’s all for tonight, folks. Join us next week for another excitin

Result: Pinfall